to Touch the Heavens

We humans strive for spirituality and in times of trial and trouble will go to any length to become closer to one's God. An icon of theology I am not, but a poet I believe myself to be. A good friend of mine who will remain unnamed is making a pilgrimage into the mountains with some ashes of a loved one to scatter, closer to the heaven. Personally I would rather be near the water's edge in Alaska, but that is the beauty of humanity and our ability to find God where He is closest to us. I wrote this poem for my friend on her short journey. May she go with the Peace of God and from higher elevations feel His presence.
To Touch the Heavens

To each his own to get closer to one's higher power

Some will walk the Pyrenees that over the Iberian Peninsula tower

Others will seek to return where life first began

To listen to the surf crashing upon the sands

Even if God dwells in the heavens above, distance matters not

When it is time to get closer here is a reassuring thought

God most likely lives within and in an aura just without

Waiting to be fused when one molts a shell to shed all doubt

He lives within and just above

Shell gone so much easier to find and store His love

Walk slowly into the clouds

As opposed to a past slow amble into the shrouds

Though the poets might suggest another mountain for ashes to be near

A Son et Lumière that God always loves to see and hear.

Purple and green ribbons dancing across a clear sky

With such beauty His existence one cannot deny.

But then, the nearest portal for those seeking a sea level God to be near

Miles away with temps so cold only whales and seals would not fear.

© April 28, 2014 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet